We have one woman who only wears red, and half the time she’s wearing sort of sheer hippy-style dresses with boots and no bra, the other half of the time she’s more like a punk rock princess.

Then there are “The Williams Sisters,” who look just like them, are very very tall and muscular, and tend to wear very short tight dresses and/or Juicy Couture outfits in pink.

I clicked through to that Boston Globe article — eww! It’s unsavory to ask people to photograph their co-workers in the office, with the intention of illustrating said co-workers poor taste in clothing, and to then send those photos in to the newspaper.

But it’s for an iphone, Shelby! (Just kidding).

I just think that if I found a photograph of myself (even with the face conceled) from a week where I wasn’t feeling very well OR a photograph from when I was feeling (and thinking I was lookin’) great on the Boston Globe in a fashion fiasco contest I would feel awful. Empathy isn’t that hard to conjure in this situation, except perhaps for the planners of the contest.